Azaleas by Kim SoWol

When you turn away from seeing me
and go,
gently, without a word, I shall send you away.

From Mount Yak in Yongbyon,
azaleas
I shall gather an armful and scatter them on your way.

Step after step away
on those flowers places
before you, press deep, step lightly, and go.

When you turn away from seeing me
and go,
though I die, no, not a single tear shall fall.

Snowy Evening by Kim SoWol

This evening as the wind dies,
as white snow comes pelting down,
just what you might be doing,
this very evening, now this year...

Even a dream, just let me have one!
Falling asleep, won't we meet?
The one I lost, that very one,
she comes riding down the white snow.

Evening. Let the white snow come pelting down.

Harlem/Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?